night sky (a Cywydd Llosgyrnog)

observing a distant bright star
imagining something so far
in the tar black of the sky
meteor shower and comet
the emptiness of the dark split
and night lit up as they fly


This is an attempt at an Cywydd Llosgyrnog, which is a form of Welsh poetry, inspired by Bruce watching Stargazing Live.

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Wet Christmas (an Englyn Penfyr)

from the riven sky lashing rain floods down
we frown, stare through window pane
as dark clouds descend again

though dry inside the house we yearn for sun
undone, round the house we turn
photos taken as we learn

This is an attempt at an Englyn Penfyr, which is a form of Welsh poetry.

secret tear (a Cyhydedd Fer)

hidden from sight this time of year
often is shed a secret tear
behind closed doors it trickles down
escaping with a worried frown
expectations of this season
can bring pressure beyond reason
as perfect presents must be bought
and rising panic must be fought
it cannot be a perfect day
so let’s see it another way
realise there’s no need for faking
and admit our hearts are aching
enjoy the day for what it is
allow a lull of festive fizz
come together with affection
and embrace our imperfection

This is an attempt at a Cyhydedd Fer, which is a form of Welsh poetry.

here (a rhupunt)

now you are here there is no fear, you are so near I can reach you
there is much mess but there’s no stress, I worry less when I’m with you
you are my light all through the night, there on my right I can feel you
soft on your hand my fingers land, you understand how I love you

This is an attempt at a Rhupunt, which is a form of Welsh poetry.